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You're on a landline,
so I've got your address.

Help is on the way. Can
you tell me your name?

My name is Sharlo Darzi.

Oh, my God, I think
they're downstairs.

Okay, Sharlo,
help is on the way.

I just need some
information. Do you live alone?

With my husband, but
he's out of town all week.

I have to get out of here.

You should stay where you are.

Officers are headed
your way now, Sharlo.

Is there someplace you
can hide until they arrive?

Are you still there?

- I'm not waiting.
- Sharlo...

No. I have to get out.

Sharlo, it's better
if you stay put.

No. What if they find me?

I don't have a way
of defending myself.

I'm going to the
neighbor's house.

Okay, can you give
me your gate code?

I'll relay it to the officers.

Oh, no, I don't
have the gate clicker.

It's in my car.

I have to go
through the kitchen.

Sharlo, I need you to
stay inside the house

until the police arrive.

And can you give
me the gate code

so they can make entry?

The gate code is 9-2-7-3-5-3.

And I'm not waiting for them.

Police are seconds away.

I am not staying in here.

Oh, God.

Sharlo, what's happening?

Are they in the house?

Sh-Sharlo?

Ma'am, ma'am, are...
Can you hear me?

Dispatch, this is 727-L-30,

approaching the residence now.

We responded to a
home invasion in progress.

Found the homeowner unconscious.

And the invaders?

House is clear.

No signs of forced entry?

Uh, just some spilled
food in the kitchen.

Dispatch says that
she called from upstairs.

Spotted the intruder
in the kitchen and ran.

She took one hell of a tumble.

-She's breathing but unresponsive.
-Pulse is elevated.

I mean, something must
have really scared her, right?

You-you sure there's
no one else here?

I'm positive, Detective Buckley.

We have to get
out. We have to...

That was her pelvis.

Ma'am, I need you to stay still.

A pelvic injury can lead
to internal hemorrhaging.

I'll give you something
for the pain, okay?

Start a line. Four
milligrams of morphine.

I got the splint sheet.

Ma'am, you told 911

that you saw
someone in the kitchen.

Who did you see?

It wasn't a man. It was...

a monster.

Ma'am, we didn't find
anyone in the house.

It was in the kitchen.

Breadcrumbs.

This is Buckley.

I've apprehended the suspect.

Oh!

Careful, Buckley.

You could break a hip.

I told my husband to
get rid of the dog door.

We don't even
have a dog anymore.

Don't worry, ma'am,
no more home invasions.

I've got my top man on the case.

And stay out.

When was the last time we had

an entire meal at this
table uninterrupted?

I don't think it's
ever happened.

So what should we do now?

I think I'm gonna have
another cup of coffee.

Oh, uh, Magda, you
don't have to do this.

You're here for Jee, not us.

I can do both.

So, uh, where are
you two off to today?

The park.

A little fresh air,
some sunlight.

It kills potentially
harmful bacteria.

I have your phone numbers.
I've turned on location sharing.

I have power.

I packed all of Jee-yun's
favorite snacks and toys.

It'll be fine. Hmm?

-Say bye-bye.
-Bye-bye.

Oh, bye-bye, baby. Love you.

Bye, Mommy.

Bye, Jee, I love you.

You both have a great
day at work. Hmm?

You, too.

-This is weird.
-This is totally weird.

We just let a woman we've
known for less than a week

walk off with our daughter.

We did extensive
background checks.

We called 11 of her references.
Should we have done 12?

We should have done 12.

She can turn off
location sharing.

I sewed a GPS tracker
into her stuffed animal.

So we're gonna be fine?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

-Ha! -All right,

let's clean up and go to work.

Okay.

Oh, it's from Magda.

"Leave the dishes.
I'll take care of them."

"I have a system."

How did she know?

So how's the new nanny?

It's good, I think.

I'm still getting used to a
stranger being in my home,

and she prefers the term
"household manager."

Who does?

-Maddie and Chimney's new nanny.
-Uh...

Household manager.

You hired someone to
manage your household?

Well, now that Chimney
and I are living together,

we're saving on rent,
so we have enough

to hire some help.

-Fire her. Fire her now.
-Why are we already

firing this person?

-Do you know her?
-Don't need to.

It's a stranger in your home.

All in your business.
Recipe for disaster.

It's gonna be fine, I think.

I'm sensing
there's a story here.

The story is called
Downton Abbey.

The help is always
watching, overstepping

and talking smack.
You never seen it?

-No. Now I kind of want to.
-Mm-hmm.

Are we hanging
out or moving back?

Is the second one an option?

I just need a quiet
place to study.

What about your apartment?

It's been invaded.

One of my roommates has
this new frat-boy boy toy.

I can't escape him.
He's always there.

Doesn't he have
classes of his own?

I'm starting to doubt that.

Oh...

Oh.

Are you okay?

Your apartment is
not the only place

-that's being invaded.
-Oh.

-Hey, May.
-Hey.

Oh, my God, you got a dog? When?

Well, he's sort of a rescue.

You always said we
couldn't get a dog.

-What?
-Mom's allergies.

You said this was a cold.

-Oh, you seemed so attached...
-Oh.

I thought maybe it
wouldn't be that bed.

He does seem really sweet, Mom.

Oh, he's a great dog.

I don't suppose they
allow pets at your place?

Oh.

Okay.

I guess Hoover's
gonna need a new home.

What's your address?

719 Alexander Street.

Is there more than one
suspect in the house?

Definitely more than one.

Do they know
you're in the house?

I don't think so. I came
home to grab a few things.

I came upstairs, and
I heard them talking.

Police are on their way.

Are you in a safe
location right now?

No. I'm afraid to
go back downstairs.

- They may see me.
- Is there another room upstairs where you can hide?

-Maybe the guest room.
Somebody's home! Somebody's home!

Oh, God!

- He's running.
- Don't let him get away.

I got him!

Hello, sir are you there?
-

Sir?

We have breaking news.

We are reporting live
overhead in Beverly Hills

where a brazen home
invasion occurred today...

He's running!

He's alive.

The paramedics
dropped him off at the ER,

and he's on his way
into surgery now.

When I heard those gunshots...

The thing that makes
us good at our jobs

is the ability to listen closely

and then picture
what's happening

on the other end of the line.

Sometimes those pictures
are the stuff of nightmares.

By any chance, did they
catch the guys that shot him?

No. Suspects were long gone

by the time the police
and paramedics arrived.

A home invasion in
the middle of the day.

Yeah, robberies have
definitely been on the rise.

And suspects are just
getting a little more brazen.

Let's hope they find them
before they strike again.

-Rick.
-Thanks.

What happened?

Hey. I heard you responded

to a home invasion
call here last night.

I wanted you to
walk me through it.

Sharlo Darzi called in
thinking she had an intruder.

Turned out just to be a raccoon.

So, who's our new victim?

Samir Darzi. The husband.

I thought he was out of town.

Flew back this morning when
he found out about his wife.

He came home to pick
some things out for her,

discovered a robbery
in progress, called 911.

They shot him while
he was on the phone

with the dispatcher.
Three shots.

One in the shoulder,
two in the back.

The raccoon
definitely didn't do this.

Two home invasion calls
from the same address

less than 12 hours apart.

-What are the odds?
-Not ones I like.

Plan for today. I'll
take Denny to school,

but I have some
meetings this afternoon,

so Clive will pick
him up after school

and take him to practice.

I like when you poach the eggs.

Don't get pretentious.

Tony is gonna stop by
midday to bring you some lunch,

and I'll pick up Denny
and dinner after work.

We should be home around 7:00.

Oh. What do I do all day?

Study.

So you could ace
your practical exam

with Doctor... What's-Her-Face.

-Oh. Simmons.
-Exactly.

See? We've got it all covered.

All you have to do is study.

Ooh, and get the door.

-Denny, help me clear the table, please, now.
-Yeah.

-Cap.
-Hey, Hen.

I'm sorry to just show up.

But I need a favor.

Let me guess.

Probably more than a favor.

Hoover, the infamous rescue dog?

To whom my wife is
apparently highly allergic.

-Bobby...
-I know it's a lot to ask,

but I figure you
got plenty of space,

you got a nice, big backyard...

And a wife who
has sworn off pets

since Paisley died.

Hoover is exceptional.

Uh, d-don't look
at me like that.

-You, either.
-Oh, my God, is that a dog?

Yes, it is.

You are gonna owe me big-time.

Here.

Take it.

Yeah, he loves that thing.

-Vincent.
-My key doesn't work.

I changed all the
locks yesterday.

Of course you did.

Wait, where did you get a key?

Oh, Mom thought you could
use some help around the house.

Does no one remember
that you're not handy?

You break one toilet...

And three dishwashers.

Plus that one time you
almost caused an electrical fire.

I'm the one who always
had to fix your fixes.

Well, I'm here to
fix your utility bills.

It just so happens
that, well, I know a guy

who insulates houses.

He lent me his spray foam truck.

-You borrowed a truck of foam?
-Good stuff.

R-seven per inch.

And how many inches?

In California, it is recommended
that your attic should have

an R Value between 30 and 60.

So I'm thinking five inches.

You almost sound like
you know what you're doing.

This stuff will save
you thousands

in heating and cooling costs.

And it'll block out all
the traffic noise outside.

Like soundproofing. Come
on, it's your first place.

I just want to help.

Well, we're not gonna
get up to the attic that way.

Do you know if he
has his phone on?

Have you tried calling him?

I've been calling him
since before I called you.

He's not answering.

I'm not hearing any ringing.

Uh, he said he would
soundproof the house.

Yeah, well, it looks like he
insulated it pretty good, too.

I'm not getting any
kind of heat signature.

How do we get him
out if we can't find him?

Old-fashioned pick and poke.

Everybody gear
up and spread out.

Uh, hang on. What
are you poking?

-Vincent?
-Vincent!

Vincent!

-Vincent!
-Vincent, LAFD.

-Vincent!
-Vincent, are you okay?

-Vincent?
-Vincent!

-Vincent?
-Vincent.

-Vincent!
-Vincent, if you can hear us,

tap or knock on
anything you can find.

-Vincent.
-Vincent!

-Vincent! -Vincent!
-Vincent, can you hear me?

Over here!

Guys, I want you to start
poking inspection holes.

I want to find the edges of
that plywood floor up there.

Cap, should I grab
some supports?

No, it wouldn't be enough.

We need something stronger.

Well, you know what?
This is a DIY family,

so let's DIY it.

Let's go. Let's pry him out.
Let's go. Let's do it. Come on.

Two, three!

All right.

- Gurney coming in.
- Gurney coming in.

Ma'am, I need
you to stay outside.

It's not safe in here.

-On three. One, two, three.
-Yeah.

Pull him up on
three. One, two, three!

Checking airway.

Lungs are clear, but
breathing is shallow.

All right, let's get him
out of here! Let's move!

Sats at 92, starting
him on high-flow O2.

Pulse is thready.

Beginning sternum rub.

-Vincent, can you hear us?
-No response.

Breathing is shallow.

Vincent, I'm gonna give you
some rescue breaths here.

Start breathing with
this. Come on, buddy.

Why isn't he waking up?

-Come on, Vincent!
-Come on, buddy.

Vincent, come back to us, buddy.

All right, he's picking up.

There it is. There it is.

-That's it, that's it!
-There you go.

Vincent, thank God.

-What happened?
-You almost died.

I can't believe that
you were up there.

I just wanted to prove
I could do it. Help you.

Like a big brother.

You know what would be
helpful? To not almost die on me.

Never do that again.

Okay. Is the house okay?

We'll talk about it later.

Hey there.

You ready for your
big day tomorrow?

I think so. You want to quiz me?

-Oh. -Mm-hmm.

What happened to the only thing

I should be focused
on is studying?

Well, you've been
studying nonstop,

and now it's time to let it go

and trust that you've
done your best.

And reward yourself
for all your hard work.

What kind of reward
did you have in mind?

-I can't.
-What?

Not with him watching.

Are you serious?

It's making me uncomfortable.

Okay. Okay.

I'll just let him out.

Come here, boy.
Yeah, that's a good boy.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, there you go.

Enjoy yourself.

Now...

...where were we?

Oh, now he sounds sad.

Maybe he'll go down
the hall to Denny's room.

Fine. Fine.

Fine, fine.

Fine. It's just fine.

Okay, you can come in, just...

Hey, Hoover, no, that's...

You are such a mood killer.

Hey, you apprehend
our armed robbers yet?

No. But I think our
home invasion is not

an isolated case.

I found ten other burglaries

in the last month
with a similar M.O.

Pricey neighborhoods hit at
all different times of the day,

but in each case, the
residents were never home.

Until Samir Darzi came
home and got shot.

-Mm.
-That house have security cameras?

Oh, yeah.

Two guys, average
height, average build,

wearing ski masks
and generic track suits.

They walk up with
rolling duffel bags,

they go inside, and
they roll back out

with all the jewelry
and luxury items

they can fit in the bags.

In and out in less than 20.

And they didn't
set off any alarms

or break a single
door or window.

Yeah, I mean, they must have
cased the place in advance,

but what I can't figure out
is how they pick their targets.

The victims don't have
anything in common,

except for being rich.

And the fact that they were
guaranteed never to be home.

-Wait. How?
-Here.

"A homeowner
interview was conducted

"at El Dorado Union Hospital
as Mr. Drake was recovering

from heart surgery
following a coronary incident."

Okay, so this victim
had a heart attack.

His house was
broken into that night.

This one.

It says that the homeowner
was injured in a kitchen fire.

She was still
also in the hospital

when her house was hit.

And there's another one.

"Victim is still recovering
from a fractured shoulder

after an unrelated slip
and fall in the shower."

Maybe not that unrelated.

Okay, so you have an accident
or a medical emergency,

you're in the hospital.

It's a great time for someone
to come and rob you blind.

It still doesn't explain
how they were able to

get in and out the way they did.

I mean, they wouldn't have
had time to case the place.

Unless someone had
already done it for them.

Think about it. You're at home.

You start having chest pains,

or you set your kitchen
on fire. What do you do?

You call for help.

And "help" is gonna
ask a lot of questions.

Paramedics can reset the alarm,
ma'am. What is the alarm code?

Sir, the fire department
is on the way.

You said you live alone?

Are there any dogs
at your residence?

That's what all the
victims had in common.

They all dialed 911.

So every robbery
victim called 911?

Seems like the thieves
used the hospital visits

as an open invitation.

We need to look at everyone
who was aware of the emergencies

at these addresses,
see if there's any overlap.

And you think a first responder
might be involved in this?

Afraid so.

All right, let me
check the list.

Um, Linda took this
call. Linda Bates.

The 133 responded.

This one dispatcher
was Josh Russo.

He sent the 142 to that scene.

Josh also took the raccoon
call, but that time, he sent the 118.

This one in Brentwood,
dispatcher was Rashida Marvel.

Firehouse was the 126.

Marlene took this other call,
Jamal dispatched that one.

Henry, Moira. This is me.

I don't see anything
in common here.

Yeah, other than residents
from affluent zip codes.

It was worth a shot.

Yep. Well, thank you, Maddie.

Oh, wait.

-What? You found something?
-Yeah.

Every time someone
pulls up a call record,

the system makes a note
of it-- who did it and when.

All of these calls were
accessed multiple times

by the same person.

Great. So who's our
common denominator?

Uh...

Me.

Whoa, Magda, what
is going on here?

Cleaning. I want
everything to be pristine.

-It's getting there.
-Oh, don't worry, I have a system.

I'll put everything back
in its place before...

You're wearing shoes.

Yeah, I sometimes
do that, for the walking.

Did you know that
shoes are 66,000 times

-dirtier than toilets?
-I do now.

Uh, I'll take 'em off.

-Just let me put this somewhere...
-Mm...

All... right.

So, uh, where's
Maddie and Jee-Yun?

Oh, Maddie put Jee-Yun
to bed an hour ago.

Then she went in the bathroom.
She's been in there a while.

Probably plotting her escape.

What?

I should go make
sure she's okay.

All right.

- Who is it?
- It's me.

-Please let me in.
-Come in.

Quick, close the door.

What is going on out there?

And what are you
doing in the bathtub?

I needed a place to hide.

Jee's asleep, and Magda
launched a full-on cleaning offensive.

Yeah, I had to cross enemy
lines just to get in here.

I mean, I told her not
to, but she insisted.

Thank you.

Look at us. We're literally
tiptoeing around our own house.

-How was your day otherwise?
-Oh, great.

I am a suspect in a
string of burglaries.

The police think
someone at the call center

is using our log-in information
to pick out potential victims.

Okay, but not you.

But whoever it is used
my I.D. to access the files.

Athena said it won't
take long to clear me

because I wasn't
even at the call center

when half the log-ins happened.

Wow.

You think someone
stole your password?

I guess so.

But I don't know how.

It's weird. It's not
like you're logging in

from a coffee shop or something.

No, but someone took
my password anyway.

-Hi.
-Hey. Anything you want to tell me?

Hey. I thought
you were off today.

-Maddie, are you all right?
-I don't know.

They called me in.
Sue wants to see me.

Why?

I think I'm getting fired.

Fired? What?

Yeah, you know
about the burglaries.

Right? All the
victims called 911,

and they think that
I'm the connection.

But they didn't
call you, did they?

No, but my log-in was used
to access those recordings,

and nobody else
had that information.

Maddie, they can't fire you.

You didn't do anything wrong.

Doesn't matter.

My name is on
all the call records.

-But if that's all they have...
-It's enough.

Even if they can't prove
that I helped the thieves,

because I didn't,
I can't prove that

I wasn't negligent
with my password.

They can't arrest me, but
I can lose my job anyway.

No. That's not fair.

Honestly, I don't know
what I'm gonna do.

I mean, I love this place.

Helping people, saving lives.

You know what I mean?

That feeling you
get when you know

that you're doing
the right thing?

Yeah.

It's all gonna go away

because of some
stupid lost password.

You didn't lose your
password, Maddie.

I took it.

That day I asked you
about the active logs,

you showed me
how to access them.

Put in your I.D. number, and...

I watched you log in.

I almost forgot about that.

I used the calls to find out
when a house would be empty,

and I passed along
the information.

I promise you, Maddie, no
one was supposed to get hurt.

The houses were
supposed to be empty.

I-I was always careful.

You weren't careful.
You were lucky.

A man got shot.
He could've died.

I know.

And I'm really sorry.

I just didn't know
what else to do.

Why would you do this?

My stepdad-- he got
into some money trouble.

He didn't want my
mom and I to know,

so he borrowed from
the wrong people.

When he couldn't repay
them, they hurt him.

He said they were
gonna hurt my mom, too.

They knew I worked here.

So you were trying
to repay his debt.

I didn't know what else to do.

I was too scared to tell anyone.

I wish you would've told me.

We could've helped you.

Can you help me now?

Please, Maddie.

I'm sorry.

It's too late.

- You tricked me.
- You lied to us.

To me.

What do I do?

Tell them everything.

If they can find these guys...

I know where they are.

What do you mean?

I told them about
your investigation.

I thought that would
make them stop.

They wanted one more job.

You gave them
another house to hit?

Where?

Don't move.

You, either!

-Drop the guns!
-Hands up!

Okay!

Cuff 'em!

All right.

No.

Well, I am glad
that your professor

is giving you a
second chance, but...

couldn't that second chance
happen later in the day?

Like, maybe after
the sun was up?

I'm sorry.

You can go back to sleep.

Nope, nope.

Supporting my wife.

I am gonna go and
put some coffee on

while you hop in the shower.

-Thank you.
-Mm.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

Yeah, that's what I said.

Did somebody break in?

And chew the baseboards?

Hmm.

We weren't burgled.

We were Hoovered.

Good morning, Dr. Simmons.

-Are you ready for today?
-Yes, ma'am.

Then impress me and my team.

Let's make the rounds.

Are you sure about this?

I know you told Hen it was okay,

but it just feels like
a little short notice.

Ah, Hoover's great.

I think Chris is going to
really like having a dog.

-Here you go.
-All right.

-Here you go. There you go.
-Thank you.

-Come on, Hoover.
-Enjoy.

Dad, Dad, come quick!

What's up, bud?

I thought Hen was exaggerating.

I don't think he
likes being alone.

Maybe he has separation anxiety.

Think he needs a specialist.

Diagnosis and treatment plan?

Patient presents with
occasional tinnitus,

vertigo, abnormal
range of hearing loss.

I recommend surgery.

The middle fossa
surgical approach

is riskier to the facial nerve,

but it's her only chance

at retaining her
hearing on that side.

We should do
another MRI to verify.

With contrast.

Okay. Next stop.

-Eddie.
-Hey. I've been trying to call you.

-Sorry. I was in the bathroom.
-For three hours?

I'll tell you later.

-What's with the dog?
-It, uh, didn't work out,

so I was wondering...

Oh. So cute.

So full of zoonotic disease.

Sorry, Eddie. I got to go.

That was weirder than usual.

No known trauma to the brain.

BP's stable.

We should order a CT scan

to assess the lesions
in the brain stem,

particularly cranial
nerves three and five.

And?

You said you'd lost
your sense of taste?

And cranial nerve seven.

It controls the sense of taste.

- - I said I would feed you!
- Hang on!

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Listen, listen, I
know you're hungry,

but you-you can't
just bark like that.

I-I have neighbors.

Let me know if
you have any pain.

Uh, Mr. Lozzano, hi.

Um, sor-sorry about the noise.

You know the rules, Buckley.

No dogs in the building!

Only cats.

-You want me to come with you?
-Yeah.

You figured out
where to find the mass.

You might as well be
there to watch me remove it.

Oh. I thought I was just
accompanying you on rounds.

Wasn't expecting to scrub in.

Oh, don't get too
excited, Wilson.

You're only a spectator.

Yes!

Oh, no.

It didn't work with anyone?

Well, I called everyone
I could think of.

I don't know what
we're gonna do now.

Hmm.

You had a day.

That was pretty amazing.

Yes, it was.

This concludes your
practical exam, Ms. Wilson.

How'd I do?

There you go.

And how would our guest of
honor like her burger cooked?

Doesn't even matter,
just as long you're the one

flipping 'em, Cap.

Seriously, you and Athena
didn't have to do all this.

Hey, we want to celebrate you.

Passing this exam is a
big deal. Don't downplay it.

Because Lord knows I won't.

I will be bragging
about this for a while.

My rock star paramedic wife

is about to be a doctor, y'all.

She's my hype woman.

And proud of it.

But not as proud as I am of you.

Mm.

I'm still pretty shocked
that I survived it, honestly.

It was looking pretty
bleak for a minute.

Survived it? You killed it.

And for the record,
we had no doubt.

-Paging Dr. Wilson.
-Oh.

I'll toast to that.

To Hen, and her beginning
this new journey on a high note.

Congratulations, but
we're still gonna miss you.

To Hen.

- To Hen!
- To Henrietta Wilson.

Hey, you guys think this is
gonna be the last time we...

you know, we're
all together like this?

No.

We live like 20 minutes
from each of you.

This will not be the last
time that we're together.

I certainly hope not, although
you are gonna be pretty busy.

So we won't hold it against
you when you ghost us.

You're not gonna survive

if you take this on
all by yourself, Hen.

I'm really gonna miss you guys.

We're gonna miss you, too.

Um, hey, speaking
of-of missing people,

uh, I-I don't see Hoover.

Yeah. Where is he?

Hoover has found
his forever home.

In somebody else's home.

Athena found Hoover
the perfect spot.

It's a quiet neighborhood,
house with a big yard.

Older couple, no kids.

Yeah, husband travels a
lot, the wife hates being alone,

so I asked her if she
wanted a new watchdog.

-Mm, mm-hmm.
-Yes!

Right?

-Cheers to that.
-Cheers to that!

They want me to fly
to Denver on Monday.

Honey, are you listening to me?

Hmm?

Who's a good boy?

Yes.

Huh.

Maddie!

Hey.

How was the party?

Bittersweet.
Everybody missed you.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

-I just...
-Didn't feel like celebrating.

I get it.

So you sent Magda home early?

I sent Magda home permanently.

Look, this is our house.

We deserve to be able
to relax, be ourselves

and not feel bad about it.

You think we should
find someone else?

I think I'm gonna need a
minute before I'm ready

to start trusting
new people again.

All right, I guess it's back
to the family and friends plan

for child care, but okay.

-Daddy, picnic.
-Hey! Baby Jee!

Is that what the blanket's for?

Yeah. She was sad
that she didn't get

to have her park
picnic because it's

a breeding ground for infection.

Ah, so we're gonna
eat on the floor tonight?

Should be clean enough.

-What is so funny?
-You re-homed the nanny.

Well, somebody had to.

I've been calling
contractors all over town,

and nobody has the time
to take a job this small.

Uh, hang on, Mom.

Uh, hi.

We thought maybe you could
use a hand with some repairs.

Yeah, we heard somebody
really destroyed your house.

Uh, Mom, I got to go.

All right.

We're on the third floor of
the lab sciences building.

Is the building on fire?

I'm not sure.

Is anyone injured?

I think...

I think some people are dead.

Tell them to hurry.

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